Nearly tripping as he stepped into a pair of pants, the lights in his bedroom flickered as he attempted to reach out to her, but their connection was more of an all encompassing feeling than a beacon. He knew she was there, but not where.

"It's all right," he promised her, dropping to his knees to dig his boots out from under the bed. "You're safe."

Sitting down in order to put them on, he looked up at her, her pale face, her cheeks a splotchy pink from the harshness of the cold.

"Rey, there's a single moon orbiting this planet. Do you see it?"